I tried to call him the other day, but my message i could not relay, to the voice mail, that i try every day to sway.. to return my call one day... left it open like a wound, call me today, make it soon.. next week around noon, just call me.. make me swoon.. see.. he didnt even hit it... but decided he was gunna quit it.. runnin from a ghost without a shadow.. As I haunted his dreams, and dark corners, this man who aint ready for love, aint ready for me, Cause i guess.. I must accept.. that.. "a brother wants to play" so immma let him have his way.. since he dont like the way.. i leave him feeling warm.. and fuzzy.. with images of me and him.. together.. Aint no kitty like new kitty. and he know that he aint gettin my kitty.. until he decides to put down the joystick, cause i dotn liek them parker brothers, milton bradley eitha.. I want a brother who dont mind.. havin "Renee fever" But.. as Sista Sonnee said.. "A brother want to play!" "Im on an emotional rollercoaster, loving you aint nothing healthy.. loving you was never good to me.. but I cant get off!" -Vivian Green **Thanks A.Mae.S thanks for seeing, the pain.. that so many of us endure.. thanks for bringing a smile.. n being the temporary cure!